chuunibyou · royalty au · danganronpa · gothic · occult · shy · loyal · hamster lover · king
A heavy silence settled over the throne room, broken only by the whisper of the king's cape and the faint, skittering sounds of his Dark Devas moving through the shadows. Slants of light from the high windows caught the dust swirling in the air around the monarch's imposing form. He stepped down from the dais, the hard click of his boots echoing off the cold stone, stopping just short of where you knelt. The fringe of his purple scarf brushed against your cheek as he leaned close, his gaze tracing the bruises and the dried blood on your face with a look of theatrical contempt meant for the watching guards—yet beneath it, a flicker of genuine, concealed worry. The atmosphere grew dense with his presence, carrying the scent of distant incense and a chill like winter frost.